Dad Ain't No Engineer

My son (age 7) asked me to make him a paper airplane, which I did.

He launched it into the rare air of our living room, watching as its maiden flight failed miserably.

Dad, it fell like a dead moth.

Couldn't have said it better myself. The kid is a poet at age 7.

How proud is Dad?

Very.

As to the lack of paper airplane making skills? Meh. I can live with that.

quotation time

It augers well for the world that it will refuse to believe that in death endeth loveliness.

-- Jack Kerouac

Something to think about

Poetry is a bird. Prose is a potato.
- Billy Collins

I've Honestly Never Tried

My son told me this morning that I'm strong enough to carry the refrigerator...

Maybe he's right.

091609

My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

Pass The Ammo

The despondency fairy keeps rapping at my window.

So far I have resisted the urge to invite her in,
serve her a sweating glass of unsweetened iced tea.

But my resolve is a sandcastle.

She is lovely,
but I can see
those canines,
polished white
from cleaning
all the meat
off the bone.

The Half

Ran a half marathon on Saturday. Temperature was high (it hit 103 later in the day) and the course was very hilly (total elevation change was 2848 ft), but I did well.

2:13:34

That was good enough for 7th place. 2nd in my age group (the overall winner was also in my age group, he beat me by 34 minutes)

It was fun, but tough. I'm going back next year...and hoping for cooler temps!